The most incredible person in the convoy cannot be said to be Lu Chen and the other disciples of the Sword Sect. It should be Jia Fu, Jia Tianpeng’s personal butler who has been following Jia Tianpeng for nearly ten years. He never expected that he would be escorted all the way
It turned out to be a strange young man who had never been masked before, and he was also a terrifyingly powerful innate warrior.
"Steward Jia, it's been a long journey!" Zhao Zhenxian came to Jia Fu's side and said with a warm smile.
Jia Fu, supported by his daughter Jia Qing, looked at the extraordinary and handsome young man in black robe in front of him, and said with a stunned expression: "I wonder who you are?"
"I, Zhao Zhenxian, am a good friend of your master Jia Tianpeng. He entrusted me to come here to help you this time. You should know that he is in a very troublesome situation and needs to solve many things, so he set off early and entered Yangzhou, asking me to assume my name and transfer him.
Some people pay attention, so you should understand!" The young man in black robe said gently and elegantly, exuding a superior and noble air, as if he had a royal power emanating from standing there, and his elegant temperament was impressive.
Jia Fu nodded and looked tired: "So that's it. I understand. Since the master has his own reasons for arranging it this way, I, a servant, won't say anything!"
"That's good. Now that the matter is over, you can go back and report to Jia Tianpeng truthfully what happened here. I have done what I promised him, and I hope he will keep his promise!" The young man in black robe said solemnly.
After hearing this, Jia Fu pondered for a while and said: "I understand, I will definitely bring all your words to you when the time comes!"
"Well, I'll take my leave first!" The young man in black robe nodded with a smile, turned around and slowly walked to Lu Chen and his group, clasped his fists and said warmly: "Everyone, see you later!"
Lu Chen and his group were a little frightened, and immediately clasped their fists: "See you later!" An innate strong man greeted them so politely without showing any airs of superiority. This was a great honor for them. They, the acquired warriors, should feel very honored.
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The young man in black robe showed off a smile, then turned slightly and whistled softly towards the other side of the river.
Hey, a huge bird figure flew into the sky from the other side of the mountain, streaking across the sky as a phantom at high speed, and in the blink of an eye it came to the young man in black robe, stirring up snow on the ground.
The bird came out so suddenly, Lu Chen just felt a strong wind coming, and in the blink of an eye, he saw a huge thing falling in front of them, with flying snow hitting their faces, almost blowing them away.
When they saw the true form of this behemoth, they were shocked to discover that it turned out to be a huge bird-like monster. It was silver-white and shining, with only a cluster of golden feathers on its forehead, exuding the domineering aura of a monster king.
, a pair of sharp eyes as big as fists looked at them with a sinister look, as if they had encountered delicious prey, which made people feel creepy.
"What a big eagle!" Murong Ziyun said slightly surprised.
"This is not an eagle monster, this is a golden-crowned snow eagle, an extremely terrifying type of bird monster. Its reputation is second only to our sect's Qingluan beast!" Teng Qinglei was well-informed and could detect what was before him at a glance.
The origin of monsters.
The young man in black robe jumped up and landed gracefully on the spacious back of the golden crown snow sculpture. He looked back and chuckled: "This hero
You have such good eyesight that you can recognize this golden-crowned snow sculpture. Please forgive me for not sending it away!" After saying that, he touched the head of the mount under him. The golden-crowned snow sculpture raised its head and neighed, waving its wings and then transformed into a scorpion.
The phantom flew up into the sky and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye, at a terrifying speed.
"It's so fast!" Murong Ziyun exclaimed as she looked at the figure that was flying away. She knew very well that there were many monsters living all over the land of Kyushu. Just like the strong among humans, monsters were also divided into strong and weak.
, Anyone who has heard the name of this Snow-crowned Golden Eagle cannot fail to know how terrifying it is.
Especially in terms of speed, it is definitely among the top five existences among the birds and monsters. It should be slightly worse than the Qingluan God of the Sword Sect. The Qingluan Divine Beast was hundreds of years ago when the previous leader of the Sword Sect conquered the world in his early years.
They met by chance in the wild forest, and then spent more than ten years together day and night before being brought back to the Sword Sect to raise him. He was worshiped as a mountain guardian beast by the Sword Sect disciples, and held a very high status.
"Who is this Zhao Zhenxian? He was able to beat that famous demon monk from Kyushu into a panic. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be unimaginable. We were actually protecting an innate strong man with extreme strength along the way!"
Looking at the place where the young man in black robe disappeared in Tianji, Lu Chen showed deep thought. He had come into contact with many innate strong men, but this was the first time that he had truly seen the innate strong men fighting fiercely with each other.
Hearing about it and seeing it with your own eyes are completely different things. The terrifying strength of the innate warriors cannot be compared with the acquired warriors. If the black-robed young man hadn't taken action just now, with the strength of the demon monk Jue Wuchen, he could definitely kill them all.
No dog left!
Seeing the fierce battle between these two masters, Lu Chen discovered for the first time that the strength of the innate strong man was far beyond his imagination. If a strong man of this level wanted to kill him, it would probably be easier than squeezing an ant to death.
.Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of his father-killing enemy, the notorious "Seven Kills" organization in Kyushu Continent.
It was a killer group formed by seven innate strong men, and each one of them had their own special skills. One innate strong man alone was terrifying enough. Once the seven of them joined forces, they would be invincible and invincible. When I think about the future,
When he was about to deal with these seven innate experts, he couldn't help but feel a heavy pressure, which made him panic.
At this time, Butler Jia Fu led a group of people to Lu Chen and other Sword Sect disciples, and said with an apology on his face: "Everyone, you have worked hard on this journey!"
Lu Chen came back to his senses and said loudly: "It doesn't matter, this is the responsibility of our Sword Sect disciples, the housekeeper doesn't need to take it to heart!"
The steward solemnly said: "I never expected that the matter would reach this level. Everyone, please bear with me. The disciples of the Sword Sect have done their best to serve my master, and indeed they have the style of the eight major sects. Jia will bear it in mind and will definitely repay him truthfully."
, don’t worry, everyone!”
"Butler, you are serious. Don't take it to heart because of your responsibilities. Our mission is now over. It's time for us to go back and resume our duties. Let's take our leave first!" Lu Chen cupped his hands, turned around and led everyone away.
Jia Fu clasped his fists and watched them leave. Looking at Lu Chen's back, and thinking about what happened to his son Jia Tao, he couldn't help but sigh. The world is full of changes and things are impermanent!
Now that the mission assigned by the sect master has been completed, Lu Chen and his party did not need to rush on their way. Before dark, they entered a building called White Rock.
In a small place in the town, I found an inn called "Qingyuan Building" to stay. I have worked too hard these days and my mind is tense. It's time to relax.
At the beginning of the lanterns, the fine salt-like snow particles fell down, bit by bit on the streets and rooftops, and soon a layer of snow accumulated. When the wind blew, the snowflakes flew all over the sky, covering Baishi Town in a dreamlike snow scene.
In the middle, looking from a distance, it is hazy and has a poetic artistic conception.
In the dim light, Lu Chen pushed open the door and window of the inn and looked at the falling snowflakes outside. His mind was particularly peaceful. It seemed that there were countless distracting thoughts flying in his mind, cluttered up, against the snowy scene outside, turning into dust and falling, clearly visible.
, allowing him to have a more thorough understanding of his swordsmanship.
"Wild wind, misty snow, lonely night!" Lu Chen murmured in a low voice as he looked at the scenery outside the window. His mind was suddenly touched by something, which made him startled. Facing this seemingly ordinary snow scene, he was surprised.
There is a unique feeling.
He turned around and jumped directly from the window with the soft sword, landing on the ridge of an attic. He stood with the sword in his hand, closed his eyes and carefully felt the cold feeling of the snowflakes falling on his face, and the biting cold wind tore his clothes.
The robe made a rustling sound, and a few strands of bangs in front of her forehead were flying in the wind.
"The dust-free snow covers all the sins and dirt in the world, just to cover the vast world with a new layer of snow-white clothes, decorate all things, and retain this unique color. What a beautiful artistic conception!" Lu Chen murmured
Talking to himself, he held the soft sword and couldn't help but swing it.
He didn't practice any swordsmanship, he just swung it as he pleased, chopping, curling, shaking, tapping, and stabbing. Each move was very ordinary.
The shadow of the sword was misty and as cold as water! Every time he swung the sword, it left a cold sword light in mid-air, and the steps were spinning, like a sword dance, which was really beautiful.
At the beginning, his swordsmanship was very ordinary. However, as time went by, the soft sword in his hand actually took on an ethereal and lonely connotation. It seemed poignant and moving, but in fact it contained murderous intent. If an outsider looked at it for a long time,
Then I couldn't help but think of the dreamy scene of falling snow, and I was addicted to it, unable to extricate myself.
In vain, a gust of cold wind came, picking up flying snow and flying in the air.
Seeing this sad and beautiful scene, Lu Chen immediately stopped holding the soft sword in his hand and stared at the place where the snowflakes were flying, as if something deeply attracted him.
"This feeling can't be...!" Lu Chen looked at it for a long time, and then suddenly came back to his senses. His eyes suddenly lit up, as if the fog blocking his eyes was pushed away and disappeared in an instant. There was something that made him
It's like suddenly enlightening.
He held the soft sword and raised it slightly, just like a gust of wind passing through the snow, the sword's intention was ethereal, and countless internal energy spurted out, sweeping across the open space in front of him.
Puff. Puff. Puff... Countless sword marks appeared on the snow like a grid, criss-crossing and clearly visible.
"It really feels like this!" A knowing smile appeared on Lu Chen's stern face. After watching the snowy scene for so long, he finally realized this ethereal sword. His efforts in the middle of the night were indeed somewhat effective.
